[Alt-title for display purposes: Love the Little One]
I long for your romance
For your words I cannot say
Indulgence, serenity
And a little brute force:
In the form of a brick psychic wall
Passing at me
I cannot remove myself
This place, it is around me
And I am hurt
But it is tolerable
Please forgive me
For not saving you
Your clientele must pay well
Or you should sue
Jokes aside, this is no laughing matter
And I want to say:
Tender due.
